Resisting Power

Chapter 3

We were reaching the forest when she finally answered the phone, "Maeve, you have drained my entire phone battery with your incessant calls. What is it?"

"Why am I going straight to Lobos?"

"Oh my Goddess, that's why you've been dialing me as if you were in an active crime scene? You're going straight there because we simply do not have space for you at the house."

"What? What does that even mean? We have like seven bedrooms..." My father inherited his father's home after he passed away. It was a beautiful wooden home he handcrafted himself. An amazing feat since it was practically a mansion.

He'd made it in my grandmother's vision.

"We were forced out of the house... Termites. Anyway, we're staying in the pack house until they are done fumigating. Do you honestly want to come stay here?"

Termites? Do we get termites in the Lycan realm? What?

"No, I guess I don't." I chewed on my bottom lip.

"I'm busy, Maeve. If you need anything else or have any more urgent questions, ask Senior for help."

She hung up before I could even say okay.

I shoved my phone into my pocket roughly, the car coming to a stop.

We must have driven a good way into the woods, as the surrounding area was thick with brush. You couldn't see the road behind us either.

"Where's the car?" I scanned the treeline.

"Change of plans." Senior grunted while climbing out of the car.

I heard the roar of a motorcycle before it appeared from a path ahead of us.

"Uhm, it was nice meeting you. Hope the rest of your trip goes well." The driver smiled.

"Yeah, good luck." Junior laughed, now sitting up and moving to help let me out of the car.

I squinted in his direction and followed him out. An odd thing to say.

Senior loaded my bags into the tiny attachment that looked like armrests behind the motorcycle.

I watched him mumble some words to the man sitting on the bike. The man smiled slyly and laughed before nodding in my direction.

"You coming or staying?" He yelled at me over the sounds of his bike.

I bit my lip and hurried over to him, "Hi, I'm..."

"Come on, get on. I want to get out of this place." He crinkled his nose and adjusted himself in his seat.

I looked up at Senior. He smiled and, without asking, hoisted me into the seat.

"There are handles here you can hold onto, and your feet go here." He placed my feet on silver pegs and guided my hand to where he mentioned. He popped a helmet onto my head and adjusted the chin strap.

"If it gets too wicked, feel free to hold me tight, darling." The driver threw at me over his shoulder.

"You'll be fine. Your mom sent you my number. If you need help, feel free to reach out. I may be a grumbling old man, but I love your fathe- family." He smiled and flipped down my visor. He gave the helmet a soft pat and turned to head back to the car.

I waved at the car as the bike took off at full speed. My arms flew to the handles, my knuckles turning white with the force of my grip.

"Can we slow down, please?" I tried to yell over the wind.

It felt like he'd sped up.

My heart threatened to rip right through my chest, the trees whipping by, narrowly missing us.

My vision darkened as if in a tunnel before a strong force enveloped my body and a bright light flashed around us.

"Made it into the realm in record time, baby!" He hooted, one arm pumping in the air.

"Now let's see how fast we get to Lobos!"

My stomach flipped as the bike went practically parallel to the floor while going around a curved road.

"Lean into the turn, unless you intend to kill us." He yelled back at me.

I flung my arms around his waist without thinking and matched his movements. I could feel his body move with laughter.

I watched his knee get dangerously close to the asphalt, and I waited for us to fly off the bike and turn into shredded cheese. But soon we were leveling out back upright.

I released my grip on him and back onto the handles. The path soon turned back into wilderness, the asphalt now winding through trees. I caught glimpses of Phoenix's gliding through branches. Bright orange with flames lapping at their wing tips.

I heard hooves hitting the floor and the cry of wolves all around us.

Lobos Elite Academy started to peak above the trees. Although centuries old, it was a modern building, similar to any other boarding school. I'd joined my brother on his tour of the school before he attended. Silver gates creaked open just in time for us to slip through at the ridiculous speed we were going. We drove past gawking students and around to the apartments.

I thanked the heavens as the bike finally came to a stop.

He swiftly maneuvered the bike onto the kickstand and popped open the compartments. He pulled out my bags, dropped them on the floor, and pulled a key out of his pocket. The room number is on that tag. You got Senior's number. See ya."

He hopped back onto the bike and revved the motor as he pulled the stand back up.

"Wait, aren't you going to-" He took off, leaving me with my mouth hanging open.